Friday, November 25, 2011 13 Comments
The ADD/ADHD Post Thanksgiving Rules*
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*With a nod and congrats to Dr. Charles Parker, whose ADHD Medication Rules
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Monday, July 18, 2011 Leave a comment
Now and Not-now
- Do it NOW
- Be Here NOW
- NOW is the winter of our discontent???
Quite the mixed bag of struggle, all this NOW stuff.
FIRST, there is my struggle to imprison NOW within the construct of time at all. Buddhists, Hindus, and ancient spiritual traditions suggest that time itself is man’s presumption – that minutes and seconds and years and eons are nothing more than a progression of accumulated nows, artificially massaged into parts and pieces to temper man’s terror of the infinite.
That works for me!
It certainly explains my life-long boggle over all of those questions to which the only accurate answer I could ever give would be a question-specific tailoring of, “Somewhere in the ether of the not-now, Grasshopper”
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Monday, July 4, 2011 1 Comment
You know the prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.Even I know the prayer, though I was not raised in a particularly religious household as I remember – which is always an iffy thing since I am the poster girl for a-historic.
I’m famous for the comment, “I didn’t see that movie,” to the very person who is in the position to say, “Yes you did. We saw it together!” (Now, wouldn’t you think they’d ALSO give you a clue about occasion, their presence or the plot? But then again, why ruin a funny story?)
But back to the prayer. You know, little kids are terrified by that prayer.
“But I don’t want to ask God to die!”
is a response many remember having,
chins quivering.ADD kids aren’t the ones with that response, however.
What scares ADDers . . .
Tuesday, March 1, 2011 Leave a comment
The ADD Poster Girl says Hello!
I’m a fascinating woman. Really. I can jump inside my brain and fascinate myself for hours of eternal NOW. Mentalist and empath, visionary and myopic, the sanest person I’ve ever met with the craziest life: a self-aware, self-assured stuttering wonder of more-than-a-mess.
In the days when I was a New York actor/director, my agent once described me to a casting director as a woman who could probably run Bloomingdales all by herself. And I probably could – if only I could find my left shoe – and the keys that were right here in my hand a single step ago . . . and something to wear with the only pair of pants that aren’t in the hamper, since I can’t wear a skirted suit when I haven’t a solitary pair of stockings without a serious run.
If my mother had married for money instead of love I could have been more than a contender. I’d have a staff. I mean, one besides the gaggle inside my brain, intent on dressing me, feeding me, grooming me, scheduling me, reminding me and amusing me in simulcast. I think they drove the butler mad; no one seems to be in charge.
